Leaf Lady, Brick Walls, Jaguar Engineering, And Driving While Blind

Leaf Lady, Brick Walls, Jaguar Engineering, And Driving While Blind

Leaf Lady was seriously raking leaves in the midst of a thirty-knot wind across the street from my house. Every time she managed to accumulate a pile the wind would sweep them away. (Leaf Lady looks almost exactly like ‘Granny’ from the Beverly Hillbillies–and probably about the same age) “Goddamn Mother-Fuck!” she would scream as … Continue reading

Cabin Fever–UBH–On Quietus.

Cabin Fever–UBH–On Quietus.

I think I gots ‘Cabin Fever.’ “This mornin,’  I shot six holes in my freezer; I think I got cabin fever. Somebody sound the alarm!” Visualize me trying to explain all the nuance of this to Commerce’s Finest….  “Well, you see, Officer… there was this woman… And ReHab, and… That Fridge… was Antifa…” “Assume the … Continue reading

Poem For “Ethel”–Fake Name–UBH: Interlude

Poem For “Ethel”–Fake Name–UBH: Interlude

Black Hair Black Eyes Bright Smile Great Thighs Wily Words From Her Mouth Gave No Pause Left No Doubt Words Delivered With Such Charm Better Watch Out You’ll Be Disarmed Your Walls Came Crashing Down Your Weapons On The Ground She Was Standing There (Laughing At My Folly) Laughing Everywhere You May As Well Surrender … Continue reading

UBH Chapter Two

UBH Chapter Two

So, after the ‘checking in’ process was sorted, I was led into the ‘Community Room’ and parked there. “Wait! Where is the help I was promised?” “The doctor will be about shortly” “Okay. I’ll wait.” I sat down in the corner and observed the people—my fellow in-mates. The whole group seemed to be rather lethargic. … Continue reading

Denton UBH Day One: Stepping Through The Door

Denton UBH Day One: Stepping Through The Door

Arrived 1822 hrs. Delivered there by two very attractive young Hunt County EMT’s. They were almost twins, in their young innocent female forms. I was ‘in love.’ Alas, could not last. The Ambulance Ride had been extremely bumpy, long and loud, and un-comfy. I was strapped to a gurney and could not maneuver my butt … Continue reading

Abusive Muse–Act Three and a Half–Interlude.

I returned to my keyboard and typed: “Dear Helen, I am so very sorry.” Announced to Muse: “Okay. Done.” She came over, read what I had written. “That’s it?” “Yeah. Succinct. Perfection.” She grasped me by my hand… “Come sit down with me on the Nasty Couch for a moment.” “Uh… Okay.” “Lance, I am … Continue reading